So I've gone for several walks, with a bit of running thrown in. And each time? I'm scared. It hurts, and I am immediately convinced I've done major damage to that ankle. I guess that is normal, coming off of such a long injury and surgical recovery (or at least I'm going to pretend it's normal, lol). To ease my mind and convince myself that I'm not doing any damage to the ankle, I'm having to individually evaluate each ache. Sounds ridiculous (and I feel like a baby, doing this), but I spent so much of last year trying to not make my ankle worse - it's hard to make the transition to "it's okay to hurt a little." I walked for 30 minutes last week, and threw in a couple of very short bursts of running (think 1 - 2 minutes) just to see how the ankle did. I had discomfort, but my orthopedist told me that I would...and that eventually it would go away. So fine. I was just ecstatic at the thought of running again!
On Saturday, with an unseasonably warm temperature of 70 degrees, Jeff and I set out for a 3 mile walk at the scary statue park. My goal was to run for a minute every 10 minutes (I guess you would call that intervals, but I was trying to be all casual and just sort of sneak some running in there)(like my ankle wouldn't notice it)(spoiler alert: it did). I did fine for the first three times of running (and I'm talking a really slow jog, folks), but the fourth time? Yeah, that hurt quite a bit, so I stopped the running. Finished the 3 miles, though. This week I'm only walking - trying to build up a base and get my muscles used to this again. And I'm back to swimming (as long as the temps don't dip below 40 - that's my "it's too dang cold!" cutoff point). I have visions of being a cross-training fool soon...and of course, having the body that comes along with all that work.
Pictures from Saturday:
Hello Ricky Bobby, remember me? I know you wanna go fast, but this was all I could manage...hang with me and we'll go fast(er) soon.
It was warm enough that the cold coconut water afterward was quite welcome!
Do feet have muscle memory? It took a bit to get them used to this whole "walking/running" idea.
The newest statue at the park - this one isn't so scary - maybe because he's not pointing a gun like all the others? He's a WWII airman, sculpted to resemble the first President Bush.
Kinda looks like him...
Nope, the helmet doesn't come off!
My walking partner. Maybe one of these days, my running partner?